mnation? D--n my heart! I have a good mind to have you brought to a
court-martial and hang'd, you dog." Here Mackshane, having occasion for
an assistant, interposed, and begged the captain to pardon Mr. Morgan
with his wonted goodness, upon condition that he the delinquent should
make such submission as the nature of his misdemeanour demanded.
Upon which the Cambro-Briton, who on this occasion would have made no
submission to the Great Mogul, surrounded with his guards, thanked the
doctor for his mediation, and acknowledged himself in the wrong for
calling the image of Cot a peast, "but," said he, "I spoke by metaphor,
and parable, and comparison, and types; as we signify meekness by a
lamb, lechery by a goat, and craftiness by a fox; so we liken ignorance
to an ass, and brutality to a bear, and fury to a tiger; therefore I
made use of these similes to express my sentiments (look you), and what
I said before Cot, I will not unsay before man nor peast neither."

Oakum was so provoked at this insolence (as he termed it,) that he
ordered him forthwith to be carried to the place of his confinement, and
his clerk to proceed on the examination of me. The first question put
to me was touching the place of my nativity, which I declared to be the
north of Scotland. "The north of Ireland more like!" cried the captain;
"but we shall bring you up presently." He then asked what religion I
professed; and when I answered "the Protestant," swore I was an
arrant Roman as ever went to mass. "Come, come, clerk," continued
he, "catechise him a little on this subject." But before I relate the
particulars of the clerk's inquiries, it will not be amiss to inform the
reader that our commander himself was an Hibernian, and, if not shrewdly
belied, a Roman Catholic to boot. "You say, you are a Protestant," said
the clerk; "make the sign of the cross with your finger, so, and swear
upon it to that affirmation." When I was about to perform the ceremony,
the captain cried with some emotion, "No, no, d--me! I'll have no
profanation neither. But go on with your interrogations." "Well then,"
proceeded my examiner, "how many sacraments are there?" To which I
replied, "Two." "What are they?" said he. I answered, "Baptism and the
Lord's Supper." "And so you would explode confirmation and marriage
altogether?" said Oakum. "I thought this fellow was a rank Roman." The
clerk, though he was bred under an attorney, could not refrain from
blushing at this blund